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takes everything with a lump of sugar
Clearing my head ,
In the quiet place.
Where questions
linger in the air ,
and are answered
in the mind.
Where perception
is dissected and analyzed
before being handed
back as reality - or not.
Where thoughts are heard
and given back with either
denial or approval,
and new truths
formed in their place.
Where my heart spills
all my secrets
to those unseen,
tears and laughter
become punctuation.
Where the mind and body
go to dwell with Spirit
in an infinite loop.
Thankful for so many things,
but today, I’m thankful
that this horse
can’t talk.
About the Creator
Colleen Walters
Just a girl who likes to write poems, usually inspired by events and people in my Florida life.. Always be you, because you are awesome. You matter. You are enough. ❤️
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts7 days ago in Longevity
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It always good to take some time to reflect and recharge. Loved your poem!